Five Sentence Fiction: Clutch

1. FSF Clutch, Rain

Image by Lisa Shambrook (Please do not use without permission)

The thread hung, as thin as gossamer, as delicate and fragile as a spider’s silken strand.
Dark circles stained the pale skin beneath her eyes, and she ran shaky fingers through forgotten tangles. Long nails snagged within her web of hair, and the softest sigh slipped from desiccated lips as she watched the door through jaded eyes.
Outside, grey clouds filled a grey day and rain spattered the streets, and she knew no one would come.
Still, her fingers clutched the thread, slight and frail, her last thread of hope.

000. NewFSFBadge Bekahcat June 2012

I haven’t written any flash fiction since Christmas, and have missed Lillie Mcferrin’s Five Sentence Fiction greatly, so this is my piece for the prompt Clutch. Hop over to Five Sentence Fiction to read the other great stories.

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11 thoughts on “Five Sentence Fiction: Clutch

  1. Jeffrey Hollar

    Wow. This paints such a depressing and gloomy picture of life for this woman. I like the slight ambiguity in the story of not knowing why her situation has come to be so dire. I suspect seasonal depression but it leaves the cause entirely to the reader’s imagination. Very gripping stuff.

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